War (2)

When the demi-humans saw their Patriarch, along with two of their most powerful demi-human leaders appear on the battlefield, their morale shot up drastically. If it was to be scaled, then the boost of morale would almost resembled a vertical incline.

The demi-humans began to fight with even more ferocity than was thought possible. Claws tore through skin, and sharp teeth dug into flesh. An endless amount of blood was spilled.

The humans did not falter in their attack, though. They had a Pillar on their side. That was enough for their morale to remain constantly balanced without ever dropping. Although there were a few humans that stumbled before the demi-humans' new wave of attacks, that did not mean much when the bigger picture was taken into consideration.

"Demi-humans..." The Pillar suddenly spoke, making the ears of the three powerful demi-humans facing him all swivel to him with rapt attention. "Your kind disgusts me. Why did the Gods ever think of granting animals the ability to think? I would have greatly preferred if you remained as dumb animals that would never try to bother humans."

With each word he spoke, Daven could feel the disdain he held for demi-humans. It twisted that hot lick of flaming anger anger and hate that he held for the humans.

<The connection has been set up, Patriarch.> Rakon's voice sounded in Daven's head.

<Good. We will coordinate our attacks with this connection. We must not let him get a whiff of our plans, understand?> Daven replied, speaking to both Councilmember behind him.

<Yes, Patriarch!> The two of them replied together.

The three of them made their plans quickly. It was not much different from what they had already discussed before deploying on the battlefield. Daven and Azreal would engage the Pillar in frontal combat, while Rakon would support them and jump in for occasional strikes when it was safe. He was too invaluable to their pack for him to fight a Pillar in a reckless manner.

At a seemingly random moment, Daven and Azreal suddenly shot forward at the Pillar. In one smooth motion, Azreal unsheathed his sword and held it before him, while a pale blue light manifested around Daven's claws. A pale golden light also manifested around Azreal's blade.

This was actually a manifestation of their Mystic Force that increased or reduced the power of whatever it was imposed upon according to the will of the user.

In the hands of the two powerful demi-humans, the Mystic Force turned into a sort of force multiplier that increased the lethality of their strikes!

Just as they were about to land their hits, the body of the lean man suddenly seamed to become bloated. A huge cloud of smoke and dust shot into the air as the three of them clashed. Rakon dashed around the cloud of dust, his mind constantly scanning into the center of the fight as he waited for an opportunity. The dust could do little to hinder his vision at his level.

The dust cleared, and the figures of the two demi-human warriors and the human Pillar became visible to all.

The Pillar that as once just the height of an average human, and was shorter than Daven by nearly half a meter had suddenly grown to match Daven in height, and his muscles had swollen to match those of a powerful demi-human. His lean figure from before was nowhere to be seen!

Each of his attacks were able to match those of Daven and Azreal, and even push them back after each collision. It became very obvious that the Pillar that they were currently engaging was the Pillar that wielded Greater Strength!

Sparks flew as the man wielded not one, but two greatswords in his hands, swinging and twisting them like they were weightless. None of Daven's nor Azreal's attacks managed to break through his outstanding defense, but at least they were managing to keep his occupied for the time being.

Rakon pulled out two long, jagged daggers from their sheaths on his lower back. They had a thin line that ran along their blades. He was waiting for the right moment before he would strike. He could see that his Patriarch and colleague were currently working toward that end.

<Now, Rakon!> Daven's voice roared urgently through the mental link.

Rakon's eyes narrowed as he shot forward. A light red line of light ran through the thin lines on his dagger as a light red aura surrounded the blades. He slipped between the space that Daven had created in the Pillar's guard, reaching the human in an instant.

The blades instantly dug into the human's armor, sinking into his skin and carving through his flesh. Rakon hurriedly dashed past the Pillar, and through the space maintained by Azreal in order to distance himself from the battle.

A gust of wind blew Daven and Azreal away from the Pillar as the man swung his swords in a circle, forcing them away.

Blood dripped from the edges of his armor, staining the ground below. He easily ripped off the top part of the armor with a scoff and revealing his upper body that was covered in light scars.

"It has been quite some time since I was last injured. I guess my mother was right. I should have never thought of playing with my food." He chuckled at his own joke.

"Tell me, what are your names? I shall remember them as one of the few people who have been able to injure me." The man traces his scars as he spoke. "Each of these scars are named after those who have injured me."

"And you call us savages." Daven scoffed and spat on the ground. "Enough playing around. Let's end this!" The large gray Werewolf's muscles tightened and bunched up in preparation for the battle that would soon get into full swing. He knew that the Pillar was just playing around with them earlier to test their strength. Whatever happened from now on would decided the course of the battle.